маг
If-if if you wanna make an enemy, out of me, count on me
I don't got no friend and I don't wanna make any
Mama mated with the Great Beast then came up with me
Took away the peace and brought about calamity
Ain't misunderstood, just ain't understood, at all
They all wanna see a fall with a K.O
2021, never signed no deal
You soul-sold label-owned peon
You ain't never gonna be a rock superstar
Just 'cause you pose in all of your posts with your guitar
Why you trying to revive dead genres
Breaking a million unwritten laws and now it's time to pay the cost
You really wanna make, an enemy, out of me
Out of me when I weathered every hand grenade, you threw me
Like I'm a paper silhouette at a gun range
Like I'm a silhouette, a silhouette
(Ayy, chee, ayy, chee, Scar, ayy, Scar)
Dickhead, haha, yeah
Sick of just taking my time in this life no more
Taking my time with the pressure for real
Mom told me once keep it aimed at the sky
Now it's funny 'cause I could just hop on the lear
Ducking the function, I cut all my ties
I ain't fucking with none of you pussies, is that clear?
Damn it's bright, I can't open my eyes in the mirror
I'm blinded by love not the fear
I've put this work in for years and years
No one can tell me bout tears or deals
Rather spend stacks on the clothes on my back, yeah
I made all this shit that you seeing me wear
Did a tripple shot of the gin
Got it jumping at the crib no doubts, I'm the lord, I heal
Nail to my palm tried to stick me on wood
See my ego's fucked, I've been living surreal
They wanna hate on the kid, it's all good nigga
I'm good, I fit ideals
Say all the shit that I think and it got me bigger
These heights, damn I really can't chill
Had to live life like the way that I saw it in my head
Of course so I went and got a mill
How are grown folks gonna talk and cap
They killers nigga, we don't need bodies round here
We made another track, let them hate it
Which body wants to snap, I'll defame them, I'ma aim it
Turn me to a bully, run your payslip
Start taxing all your pussies, run the pavement
Break a bitch, I'm not human
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
You really wanna make an enemy (eurgh)
Argh! Game time bitch
Stay ready, can't get ready, I'm the wrong type
Had my game face on so long, I forgot what I look like
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
I don't got no friend and I don't wanna make any
Mama mated with the Great Beast then came up with me
Took away the peace and brought about calamity
Ain't misunderstood, just ain't understood, at all
They all wanna see a fall with a K.O
2021, never signed no deal
You soul-sold label-owned peon
You ain't never gonna be a rock superstar
Just 'cause you pose in all of your posts with your guitar
Why you trying to revive dead genres
Breaking a million unwritten laws and now it's time to pay the cost
You really wanna make, an enemy, out of me
Out of me when I weathered every hand grenade, you threw me
Like I'm a paper silhouette at a gun range
Like I'm a silhouette, a silhouette
(Ayy, chee, ayy, chee, Scar, ayy, Scar)
Dickhead, haha, yeah
Sick of just taking my time in this life no more
Taking my time with the pressure for real
Mom told me once keep it aimed at the sky
Now it's funny 'cause I could just hop on the lear
Ducking the function, I cut all my ties
I ain't fucking with none of you pussies, is that clear?
Damn it's bright, I can't open my eyes in the mirror
I'm blinded by love not the fear
I've put this work in for years and years
No one can tell me bout tears or deals
Rather spend stacks on the clothes on my back, yeah
I made all this shit that you seeing me wear
Did a tripple shot of the gin
Got it jumping at the crib no doubts, I'm the lord, I heal
Nail to my palm tried to stick me on wood
See my ego's fucked, I've been living surreal
They wanna hate on the kid, it's all good nigga
I'm good, I fit ideals
Say all the shit that I think and it got me bigger
These heights, damn I really can't chill
Had to live life like the way that I saw it in my head
Of course so I went and got a mill
How are grown folks gonna talk and cap
They killers nigga, we don't need bodies round here
We made another track, let them hate it
Which body wants to snap, I'll defame them, I'ma aim it
Turn me to a bully, run your payslip
Start taxing all your pussies, run the pavement
Break a bitch, I'm not human
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy)
You really wanna make an enemy (eurgh)
Argh! Game time bitch
Stay ready, can't get ready, I'm the wrong type
Had my game face on so long, I forgot what I look like
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I?
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